Burning Sadness

Sadness creeps up in souls Like frost covered mornings, And sweet sugar cubes. Leaving collar bones, And the spaces between your thighs To soak up the quiet. Silent like ghosts in the dark Lacing their way through midnight With heavy footsteps of the stars. Foggy minds caked with hunger, And red canyons running deep Into words burned into our memory.

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